[ that's what the regeneration phials are for, fivehead. ]
A most of the time roof is one of the most ominous things that I've heard of today. [ he chooses not to address the rest of Vergil's point because yeah, what if he did have to hole up somewhere else because of the rain? would that really be so bad?
yes, it would, but like, it wouldn't be that bad? maybe a 3 on the disaster scale, 5 at max?
Vergil is unapologetic and Wolfwood shrugs, because he wasn't looking for any apology, looking to the side as he digs his fingers into his palms where his fists are still jammed deep into his pockets, staring at some painting of some dude and some flowers up on the wall, probably important and expensive, but good enough for a focal point as Wolfwood looks anywhere but at Vergil. ]
The guy who inspired the cult I was taken in by an' wanted to be the cleansing God from on high turned up. He looks ten years old and has no memories of the hundred some years of horrible shit he's done, because he hasn't done it yet.
I'm a little fucked up about it. [ his voice is... odd. maybe odd enough for Vergil to pick up on. like he's reading a report instead of making a deeply personal confession, staring at the flower on the stupid painting on the wall as if it's got all of the universe's answers hidden somewhere, and he just has to find the right brushstroke to make it all make sense. ]
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A most of the time roof is one of the most ominous things that I've heard of today. [ he chooses not to address the rest of Vergil's point because yeah, what if he did have to hole up somewhere else because of the rain? would that really be so bad?
yes, it would, but like, it wouldn't be that bad? maybe a 3 on the disaster scale, 5 at max?
Vergil is unapologetic and Wolfwood shrugs, because he wasn't looking for any apology, looking to the side as he digs his fingers into his palms where his fists are still jammed deep into his pockets, staring at some painting of some dude and some flowers up on the wall, probably important and expensive, but good enough for a focal point as Wolfwood looks anywhere but at Vergil. ]
The guy who inspired the cult I was taken in by an' wanted to be the cleansing God from on high turned up. He looks ten years old and has no memories of the hundred some years of horrible shit he's done, because he hasn't done it yet.
I'm a little fucked up about it. [ his voice is... odd. maybe odd enough for Vergil to pick up on. like he's reading a report instead of making a deeply personal confession, staring at the flower on the stupid painting on the wall as if it's got all of the universe's answers hidden somewhere, and he just has to find the right brushstroke to make it all make sense. ]